No one would doubt what Mo Nan said!
This Lord of Demon Soil who dared to oppose the Tuntian Clan, dared to behead the Nine Young Emperors, and dared to destroy thousands of cultivators.
Who is brave enough to challenge his authority?
When a person's power reaches a terrifying level, what he says has inestimable power!
At this moment, most people's eyes turned out to be on Luo Xiye.
There are shock, surprise, envy, jealousy, joy, etc., and so on.
The female cultivators beside them all swallowed their saliva enviously, and looked at Luo Xiye blankly:
"If there is a person who can fight against the world for me like this, I am really willing to marry him!"
"Xiye's fate is too good. He has won the admiration of the King of Spirit Eyes. A character like him is worthy of any goddess in the heavens."
"Yeah... It would be great if there was someone who treated me like this. Even if he is a criminal, I am willing to die with him. This sentence, compared to any love words I have ever heard, compared to the most precious love I have seen A gift is a thousand times more precious, ten thousand times more precious."
And Luo Xi was also looking at Mo Nan obsessively at this moment, she couldn't understand why Mo Nan did this for her?
This kind of feeling flooded into her body in an instant when she was unprepared, and it was fiercely imprinted in her heart. Looking at the silver-haired boy in front of her, his high-spirited and arrogant attitude, I'm afraid I can't forget it for a lifetime.
Suddenly, she thought of the memory of Qing Liao beheading her.
That seven-colored bead is still in her ring, and she has already decided that in the next few days, she will completely fuse the fragments of the Dao of Heaven, and then regain the memory of that seven-colored bead!
When the audience was silent, Luo Xuanji, the patriarch, finally coughed twice.
"Spiritual Eye King, welcome! You don't have to worry, I, the Saintess of the Luoshen Clan, will protect the entire Luoshen Clan!"
Luo Xuanji didn't want to talk so much anymore, and then looked at the clansmen again, and said loudly:
"Who has such a big face, invited the King of Lingmu? Didn't say anything in advance! You really don't understand the rules!"
"Grandpa, it's me!"
On the other hand, Zijing smiled smugly, not afraid of being punished at all, and said softly: "Hmph! Are you allowed to invite friends over? I invited the King of Lingyan to play!"
The other clansmen were shocked again, it was not that they hadn't thought of inviting Mo Nan.
On the one hand, Mo Nan, a great god, was too difficult to invite. He even had to hand in invitations to meet him. Many sects and ancient clans invited him, but he never agreed. Therefore, Mo Nan was not invited to the clan meeting of the Luoshen Clan this time.
Another more important reason is that Mo Nan's identity is too sensitive. It is even more dreadful than the left hand of the god. If you invite Mo Nan, wouldn't that be against the Tuntian clan?
"Hehehe, good, good! Everyone just remember what the King of Spirit Eyes said just now, come—— King of Spirit Eyes, please take your seat!"
Of course Mo Nan didn't want to make a big fuss at this banquet, and if he didn't give Luo Xuanji face, he would also give Luo Xi face. He smiled lightly, and followed Luo Xuanji to his seat.
But because of Mo Nan's appearance, the whole banquet was already depressing, and no one dared to speak loudly even if they spoke.
As for Luo Ziyu, Luo Dongjun said with a pale face that there was something urgent, and left the table disheartened.
Luo Xuanji was naturally happy for them to leave, this time they were obviously defeated, and he would directly suppress them later, but this was also thanks to Mo Nan's appearance, otherwise he would have suppressed these side branches who came prepared , he is really going to be devastated.
Of course Luo Xi was invited to sit beside Mo Nan, but her temperament was cold, so she didn't say much even so, but whether she looked at Mo Nan, I don't know what she was thinking.
On the contrary, it was Zijing who was chattering non-stop. The other clansmen saw that Mo Nan liked to listen, so naturally no one dared to interrupt.
"Cousin, she has helped us a lot, why don't you show it?" Zijing touched Luo Xiye's arm with her elbow, and said reproachfully.
Luo Xi also picked up the spirit wine, raised his glass and said, "Thanks to Fellow Daoist Mo for taking care of me these days, Xi is also here to thank you! If you need Xi's help in the future, please don't be polite!"
"Really? I just need your help with something!" Mo Nan replied.
Luo Xi was also slightly taken aback, she didn't expect that Mo Nan was really rude, and she was about to help immediately, so she couldn't help but said, "What's the matter?"
"I've been collecting the blood essence of various races recently, and I'm missing those from the Luoshen race, so please give me a drop of your blood essence!" Mo Nan stretched out his hand and asked Luo Xi for it too.
Luo Xi also frowned, this natal blood essence is extraordinary, each cultivator usually only has three drops, once one drop is used, it will take several years to condense one drop again.
"this……"
Seeing Luo Xi's embarrassed look, Zijing immediately smiled and said, "Hey, isn't it the real name of the Luoshen Clan, Essence Blood, Spirit Eye King, I'll give you mine!"
"No, I only want hers!" Mo Nan was unmoved.
When Zijing heard this, she froze in embarrassment.
Luo Xi also took a deep look at Mo Nan, and suddenly activated her natal power, stretched out her hand and drew out a drop of purple natal blood, which made her whole delicate body tremble slightly.
"Thank you!"
Mo Nan was also polite, and with a twist of his wrist, he attracted the drop of natal blood.
He pressed the drop of natal blood on his forehead, and the drop of blood instantly penetrated into the center of his brow.
"Everyone—I still have something to do, so I'm leaving!" Mo Nan's face changed, and after saying this, his figure flickered, and he disappeared immediately.
Luo Xiye and Zijing were left in a daze, unable to react yet.
...
Since this day.
There was a faint layer of haze over the entire magic soil, as if a thunderstorm was approaching.
At the beginning, many cultivators didn't notice it, but after seven days, the entire sky was full of murderous auras, which shocked all the cultivators.
This kind of murderous aura of divine punishment is too powerful, who on earth touched the power of divine punishment?
As long as you think about it for a while, almost all cultivators know who it is!
Is it possible to avoid being punished by heaven for burying thousands of cultivators alive?
now!
Mo Nan was standing on a large open space. In front of him were the roots of sacred trees. They were entwined on the ground, but the whole ground was breaking apart, as if some terrifying force was about to rush out from below!
"Master..." Qing Liao hesitated to speak next to him, they filled the entire Great Rift Valley, and built the city to temporarily suppress the power of scourge below.
But now, it is no longer possible to continue the suppression.
"After I leave, you take care of everything!"
Mo Nan has already put on a brand new black dragon suit at this moment. His body was originally slender and imposing, but now he has a bit of vicissitudes, making him even more mysterious.
Qing Liao could only nod his head heavily. Mo Nan has been explaining things these days, and he has written everything down.
Roar! !
Suddenly, Motu Litianxi who was next to him roared angrily, as if he sensed some unusual aura.
Boom!
At this moment, the whole ground split open violently, tearing open a huge crack thousands of meters long, and with a bang, a shadow of long cloth rushed out angrily!
Mo Nan raised his eyebrows, and suddenly realized that it was exactly the shroud that had been following him far under hell!
Moreover, this shroud is different, and it is fundamentally different from other shrouds!
As soon as the shroud was released, thousands of jet-black auras shot up into the sky, and the billowing auras were like pitch-black flood dragons, hovering in the air.
Rumble! !
One after another, the power of divine punishment began to suppress.
Ho ho!
At this time, the fierce beasts, mounts, etc. in the entire 90,000-mile city began to become irritable. Some powerful beasts even turned blood red instantly, revealing their sinister fangs, and all looked at Mo Nan in unison. in the direction.
"God's wrath... this is the sign of heaven's wrath!" Many cultivators cried out in shock.
Above the sky, black clouds pressed down on the city, and suddenly a thunderbolt struck down fiercely.
Between the dark sky and the earth, this sky thunder formed the only place of light.
Boom! !
The moment the thunder strikes, a figure rises from the ground, and the piercing battle spear hits the thunder of the day's condemnation, blasting the thunder away abruptly.
All the cultivators were startled, seeing the long flowing cloak behind the figure, they immediately understood who it was.
Roar--
Roar--
The densely packed ferocious beasts roared frantically, they all rushed forward in the air, and they all jumped onto the void together!
Mo Nan held the blood-eyed battle gun in his hand, and when he saw the densely packed ferocious beasts, he certainly knew that it was impossible to fight in the sky above this demonic soil, otherwise, his entire city would be pulverized by the thunder disaster.
Boom!
His figure flickered, and he rushed directly to the sky.
Those densely packed ferocious beasts stomped the ground until the smoke billowed, roaring and chasing after them...
